Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“Huh?”
“Oh shit,” Emerald cursed, discovering he had run out of bullets. Nope, this was not good. He watched out of the corner of his eyes as the killer took advantage of that little opportunity and picked up an abandoned gun beside him.
The giant was just about to dodge when the man fired. Oh no, he was dead. But then, why does death seem painless?
Emerald slowly popped open his eyes; he had closed them instinctively. At once he checked his body, he was unharmed. But how? He had heard a gunshot….
His eyes flickered down to see the gunman who now had a bullet wedged in between his brows. He was dead on the spot. Then he turned to find Cecil outside the car with a gun in her grip – her shaking hands. Cecil was the one who fired and not the killer and she was a natural at it. Guess he doesn’t have to teach her how to use one anymore.
Cecil didn’t know what happened but all she knew was that when that killer became a threat to her husband, she picked up one of the guns from the floor and fired. She simply envisioned and followed the way Emerald handled his guns.
“Did I kill him?” She asked Emerald even though the result was obvious. Her hands shook greatly, she hadn’t meant to kill him. She just wanted to stop him from hurting Emerald.
Emerald simply took the gun from her grasp, flung it away, and hugged her tight, “It was self-defense. You just did what was right,” He told her.
“Was that right?” She asked him, holding his gaze.
Emerald didn’t back down from the challenge, he answered while staring into her eyes, “It is in our nature to want to survive, or would you have given up without a fighting chance. Even the court of law has a provision for self-defense. Moreover, these people were sent to take your life, why feel pity for them? They wouldn’t have shown mercy to you even if you pleaded, so don’t go wasting your emotion on persons who don’t deserve it, “
Cecil couldn’t refute his statement, she knew he was right. They had fired at their car without a care, it was obvious they wanted them dead.
Fine, they got what they asked for. Cecil leaned into Emerald’s embrace until it hit her. When did she start to take all this violence relatively cool? She facepalmed mentally, Emerald has corrupted her soul. Sigh.
“Who are you calling?” Cecil watched him pick his phone.
“The cleaning crew,” Emerald said, and it hit her immediately.
“God, the cameras!” She began to look around the highway. There was no car in sight because the gunshot had chased any that dared to approach. “I’ve become a criminal! The police are going to storm in here any moment,”
Speaking about the police, Cecil still had the words in her mouth when the sounds of sirens rang out. She began to panic, she was going to prison? Didn’t Emerald say he got this under control?
Even if this was self-defense, it would take some time to be processed. What were the chances that his gun was even licensed? Would she give birth under trial? Not only would it tarnish her reputation, but Pedro would be left alone. Oh no, this was not happening.
She turned to Emerald with furious eyes, “You promised that you’d keep me out of this?” she began to hit him on the chest.
“Easy, Cecil,?I think you’re overreacting,” He tried to calm her.
“Easy what?! We’re about to be apprehended by the police and you still it’s okay?!”
Still speaking, the police arrived and pulled over, Cecil mentally prepared herself for the legendary “drop your weapons and put your hands behind your head” speech.
However, none of it happened, instead, one of them walked over to them asking with concern, “What happened here, sir Emerald? Are you hurt?”
“Huh?” That was not the speech she had anticipated.
Emerald caught the shock on her face and winked at her, before facing the officer saying, “We were attacked but thankfully, my wife and I narrowly escaped the claws of death by God’s grace,” He spoke humbly.
Cecil’s jaw almost dropped to the ground. Ten gunmen who faced off against them were dead and the police were taking it mildly. What the hell was going on here? What charm had Emerald used? More like what kind of power does the Sakuzi clan possess? It was terrifying.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, sir Emerald. We’d take care of the scene,” the officer bowed to him.
Emerald smiled, “Then you wouldn’t mind taking my wife and me in one of your cars seeing ours is deformed…” He gestured to their bullet-ridden car, “We have to go get our son from a friend’s place,”
“Sure, get in, Sir,” he respectfully led the shocked Cecil and Emerald to one of the police vans.
Someone should slap her.
The third point of view:
Anabelle knew something was wrong by the time she went to see Julie and the men stationed outside wouldn’t let her in.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?! I just want to see my boyfriend!” She yelled at the top of her lungs.
“I’m sorry but we’re under strict orders from Sir Niles not to let anyone in,” was their automatic response.
“You!” She saw red, “How dare -“
“What’s the ruckus this early morning,” a voice said from behind and Anabelle whirled around to see her uncle approaching her alongside Isabella.
“Oh, thankGod,” Anabelle breathed in relief, walking over to them, “Uncle, your men keep stopping me from seeing -“
“It’s my orders,” Niles interrupted her firmly.
“But uncle…?”
Niles turned to Isabella, ” Take Anabelle and make sure she doesn’t interrupt anything today,”
“Sure,” Isabella said and walked over to her cousin, looping her arm across hers, “Come, Anabelle, we have better things to discuss than a pair of oldies fighting unnecessary,”
Niles’ brows furrowed at that comment but didn’t say anything about it.
“Huh?” Anabelle was confused as Isabella dragged her away. All she knew was that something was not right.
Isabella took her to the kitchen and picked a bowl, then went to the refrigerator where she began to fill her plate with any edible substance she could find.
“What’s happening, Isabella? Talk to me,” Anabelle couldn’t stand being kept in the dark anymore.
“Niles is not happy regarding my engagement with Julie and has locked up your lover as an incentive to get his grandfather’s ass over here,”
At the mention of that, Anabelle didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. If things go well, that stupid engagement would be annulled and she would be happy as hell. But then, if things go wrong, not only are there chances of a war breaking out in the family, she’d be reminded over again that Isabella is betrothed to her boyfriend. Yep, that sucks.